Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Franke,
The Remains,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.